She was incredibly eye-catching, with waves of curly hair and snow-white skin, which appeared even more delicate against the backdrop of her black dress.
Especially the deep V-neckline, which would leave any woman breathless.
One could never have imagined that Dong Jing, once out of her white lab coat, could be so beautiful.
Charming and seductive, like a flame enticing people.
No wonder Uncle could have a child with such a woman; any man would like her, right?
Just thinking about this, An Ning felt a surge of acidity and a wave of sourness in her heart.
And there was an uncontrollable anger, constantly trying to erupt.
In the café, the metallic decorative wall conveniently reflected her image.
Look at her outfit: a white cotton shirt on top, faded blue jeans below, and a pair of white sneakers with a hint of green on the heel.
